Ah, see, Signora, we didn't use worms. We were catching hundreds of fish, y'know, to sell for the pescheria. So we used casting nets, not fishing poles. Plus Massimo only had one arm, so—

[ He tucks his left arm behind his back and waves his elbow at her. ]

Even more impressive, ha! But he could fish with a pole, too! Just not as easily. But Massimo could do anything — and he's the best cook ever. I mean— It doesn't heal your body, but, other than that, ha. Best human food ever.

[ Alberto prattles on happily beside her. It's clear, the more time they spend together, why Bruno took a shine to the kid. For all his brightness and high energy, when you get him fully in the spotlight for a moment, he just seems... lonely. Eager to have someone, anyone, but especially an adult, take interest in him and listen to him chat at length. That's all he ever had to do growing up with his dad, who ran out of patience for it; and something he never did with Massimo. It's no wonder Bruno must have seen right through him like this...

Wait, did he say "human food?" Wha—? ...Weird kid. Sweet, lonely, weird kid. ]